I Truly Am The Villian Chapter 2117: 2116: Insignificant Ants, Seven Emperors of Imperial Extreme
Capítulo 2117: Chapter 2116: Insignificant Ants, Seven Emperors of Imperial Extreme
This Devouring Heaven Demon Pot is not without a master. To possess such power, there must be someone controlling it from the shadows.
Just a touch of Demon Flame earlier caused the eight major forces to suffer heavy losses.
The Demon Flame clings to the body and will only disappear once it burns its target completely; otherwise, no matter how you struggle, you cannot extinguish it.
Especially at that moment when the Demon Flame erupted, even Li Changsheng felt alarmed.
He glanced around — could it be that there are other formidable figures within the True Martial Holy Sect?
……
“Let’s go, it’s time for us to wrap this up,” Xu Zimei said with a smile.
He led Lin Ruhu and the others, stepping forward slowly from the Eternal Ancient Peak.
The moment Li Changsheng saw Xu Zimei, he seemed to sense something and immediately focused his gaze on him.
He meticulously used his Divine Soul to detect yet frowned slightly.
There was nothing he could perceive, as if facing a pool of clear water, his Divine Soul couldn’t even make contact.
“Who is this person?”
Not only outsiders, but even the Elders and some ancestors of the True Martial Holy Sect were puzzled.
Only Xiao Guizi was trembling with excitement.
In the sky, Liu Sanjian was also pondering. He too thought Xu Zimei looked familiar, but couldn’t recall immediately.
As Xu Zimei approached step by step, the Great Elder Guan Wumian was the first to react.
He hurriedly kneeled.
Shouting, “Welcome back, Forefather.”
“Forefather, which forefather?”
Someone was still in doubt.
Liu Sanjian trembled instantly, and the word “forefather” suddenly enlightened him.
“Eternal… Eternal Ancient Great Emperor,” he shouted tremblingly.
Although they hadn’t visited the Emperor’s Tomb often, all five Great Emperors had their true forms sculpted, and they had seen them.
At this moment, Xu Zimei’s face perfectly matched the visage of the Eternal Ancient Great Emperor from the Emperor’s Tomb.
Quickly, he looked towards Ancestor Gui, knowing that had been a servant of the Eternal Ancient Great Emperor back then.
At that time, Xu Zimei was the Saint Heir of the True Martial Holy Sect, while Xiao Guizi was merely an Outer Sect Disciple.
Later, through flattery, Xiao Guizi got to know Xu Zimei, yet he was very loyal and reliable in his duties.
The two slowly became acquainted.
Eventually, it even grew into a deep friendship.
Xu Zimei treated Xiao Guizi with utmost kindness and never mistreated him.
“Boss, you’re back.”
Xiao Guizi looked at Xu Zimei, also walking over shakily.
He was too excited, as they say, at the time of impending death, people flashback to numerous past stories.
Often, when nearing the end of his life span, Xiao Guizi recalled those peak moments when they traveled westward brimming with confidence.
Accompanying the Eternal Ancient Great Emperor was the proudest thing in his life.
“Xiao Guizi, you’ve aged,” Xu Zimei said with a smile.
“People all age, only you, Boss, seem unchanged, eternally young,” Xiao Guizi replied.
“Old age should be a time to enjoy life. If the sect is to fall, then let it, why support it with an old and fragile body?
One should maintain dignity.
You all call me the Eternal Ancient; how can my War Generals die like this?” Xu Zimei said.
“Boss, I don’t want the True Martial Holy Sect to be destroyed by my hands,” Xiao Guizi explained.
“This is, after all, our home, holding many beautiful memories.
I just don’t want that when one day you return, you find no home.”
“Rest here, I’ll take care of this,” Xu Zimei said, patting Xiao Guizi on the shoulder.
He stepped forward, looking at those who stood in the sky, and said calmly, “Come down, I don’t like looking up at people.”
With a flick of his hand, an overwhelmingly dominant force descended instantaneously.
In an instant, all those floating lost their support and were forced down from the void.
……
“The Eternal Ancient Great Emperor, the Eternal Ancient Great Emperor of the True Martial Holy Sect, has returned.”
“How is it possible? Once ascended, how could an Emperor return? No one has ever done it through the years.”
“Certainly an impostor, I don’t believe it.”
Everyone was talking at this moment, and for the people from the eight major forces, they definitely didn’t want to believe it.
Because they knew what it would mean.
Opposing a Great Emperor is a path to inevitable death.
Among the eight forces, the Imperial Extreme Family was the first to step forward.
The Imperial Extreme Family, with its Seven Emperors, ranks among the forefront even among the eight major forces.
This time, they cannot afford to fail.
The Seven Emperors all stepped forward, almost betting everything.
“What Eternal Ancient Great Emperor, an impostor wants to scare us.
Let’s see how your strength holds up against our Seven Emperors,” the eldest among the Seven Emperors said lightly.
Compared with other people’s doubts, this side of the True Martial Holy Sect naturally believed entirely.
Of course, they had no choice, except for the forefather’s return, or else they faced certain doom.
“Welcome back, forefather; may the forefather save the Holy Sect from peril.”
At True Martial Mountain, countless people kneeled, creating an imposing momentum. Only Xu Zimei stood.
At this moment, the Seven Emperors of the Imperial Extreme Family had already made their move.
The Imperial Extreme Family’s achievements and status today owe to the fortune their ancestor acquired back then.
The Asura Bloodline.
It is said their ancestor entered a Sea of Blood long ago.
When he thought all hope was lost, a blessing in disguise occurred, and he gained the Asura legacy.
Most crucial was that his descendants all inherited the Asura Bloodline.
This bloodline naturally enhances offense and defense and is a comprehensive strengthening bloodline.
The downside is that it can make people irritable, and in severe cases, even insane.
Despite this, the Imperial Extreme Family relied on the Asura Bloodline to cultivate their strength of Seven Emperors.
At this moment, the Seven Emperors all emerged.
No matter whether Xu Zimei truly was the Eternal Ancient Great Emperor or not, they didn’t hold back.
A lion uses its full strength against a rabbit, let alone the being before them.
In an instant, all seven activated the Asura Bloodline.
A surge of blood energy shot up into the sky, blood light exploding, as if a sticky Sea of Blood was devouring everything.
On the Seven Emperors, blood vessels burst, their bodies grew about ten meters taller, and blood-colored tattoos appeared.
Their eyes were completely blood red, and they transformed entirely.
At this moment, they were no longer human, more akin to the Asura race.
“Kill,” the seven united, the power of the Seven Emperors surged and coalesced, forming a colossal Asura Beast.
This beast, fierce and terrifying, under the concentration of seven extreme powers, charged directly at Xu Zimei.
With a “boom,”
tremendous force surged forth, like a world-ending might, Xu Zimei merely raised his head slightly.
Just one glance, with eyes full of immense pressure, the Asura Beast instantly perished into nothingness.
The Asura Beast that had just appeared vanished instantly.
The Seven Emperors felt a chill down their spines.
As Xu Zimei raised his hands, in an instant, the Seven Emperors were suspended in the void, powerless to resist.
As insignificant as ants.
㐑䳲䳲䜒
老
蘆
擄
㱲䳲䳲䉡䃐
蘆
爐
䮤䝣䝣
櫓
㩋䵽䳲
盧
䳲䝣㝙䬍㱲㞶䝣㞶䳆
䴹䵽䳲
㐑䵽䬍㩋
䬍䵽㩋䜒䳲
䮤㼕㹦䜒㙯
䑏㗣䓑䳲䜒㞶㼕䜒
䰈㞶䝣㱲䬍㙯䘇㩋㙯㱲㼕㞶
櫓
㙯䝣㩋䜒㜷䬍㱲㜷㜷㼕
㩋䵽䳲䜒䬍
䬍㗣㩋䵽㜷䢅
盧
盧
䬍㱲
䳆䬍㼕㞶䳲䘕
㼕㗽㜷㱲㙯䬍䜒㜷
㹦㼕 䬍䖌 㩋䵽䳲䘇 䬍㱲㩋䳲㱲䳆䳲䳆 㩋㞶 䳆䳲㼕㩋䜒㞶䘇 䳲䃐䳲䜒䘇㩋䵽䬍㱲㜷 㐑䬍㩋䵽 䮤䘕㼕㞶䝣㙯㩋䳲 䓑㞶㐑䳲䜒㗽
“㭰㙯㗣䘕䝣䳲䢅 䜒㙯㗣䘕䝣䳲㗽”
㞶䘕㞶䝣䳆
㞶䬍䝣䘕䳲䢅䳆
䝣䜒䰈㞶㗽㞶
䮤
㩋㙯䜒㜷㱲䬍㱲
䳆䬍䝣䃐䬍
䳲䵽㩋䜒䬍
䵽䴹䜒䬍䳲
䮤㼕䳲䰈䖌
㝙㙯㩋 㱲㞶 㗣䮤㩋㩋䳲䜒 䵽㞶㐑 㩋䵽䳲䘇 㼕㩋䜒㙯㜷㜷䝣䳲䳆䢅 䬍㩋 㼕䳲䳲㗣䳲䳆 䮤㼕 䬍䖌 㼕㞶㗣䳲 䬍㱲䃐䬍㼕䬍䘕䝣䳲 䖌㞶䜒䰈䳲 䬍㱲 㩋䵽䳲 䃐㞶䬍䳆 䵽䳲䝣䳆 㩋䵽䳲㗣 㙯㱲䳆䳲䜒 䰈㞶㱲㩋䜒㞶䝣㗽
䴹䵽䬍㼕 䓑㞶㐑䳲䜒 㐑䮤㼕 䃐䮤㼕㩋 䮤㱲䳆 㞶䃐䳲䜒㐑䵽䳲䝣㗣䬍㱲㜷䢅 䝣䳲䮤䃐䬍㱲㜷 㩋䵽䳲㗣 㐑䬍㩋䵽 㱲㞶 䮤䘕䬍䝣䬍㩋䘇 㩋㞶 䜒䳲㼕䬍㼕㩋㗽
㞶㩋䮤䰈䰈㙯䳆䳲㗣㼕
䢅㱲㼕䮤㩋
䳲䃐䮤䵽
㞶㐑䜒䝣䳆
䳲”䜒䳲䬎
㐑䬍䳲㜷䝣䳆䬍㱲
䃐䮤㼕㩋
㩋䵽䬍㼕
㞶㩋
㞶㜷䜒䳲㱲㞶䖌㩋㩋
䢅䓑䳲㐑㞶䜒
㼕䬍”䕯
䵽㞶㐑
㙯㩋䜒䝣䘇
䜩㙯 䜌䬍㗣䳲䬍 㼕䓑㞶㝩䳲 䝣䬍㜷䵽㩋䝣䘇㗽
㹦㼕 䵽䬍㼕 㐑㞶䜒䳆㼕 䖌䳲䝣䝣䢅 㩋䵽䳲䜒䳲 㐑䮤㼕 䮤 “䘕䮤㱲㜷䢅” 䮤㱲䳆 䬍㩋 㼕䳲䳲㗣䳲䳆 䝣䬍㝩䳲 㩋䵽䳲 㹦㼕㙯䜒䮤 㝙䝣㞶㞶䳆䝣䬍㱲䳲 㐑䬍㩋䵽䬍㱲 㩋䵽䳲 䉡䳲䃐䳲㱲 䑏㗣䓑䳲䜒㞶䜒㼕䢅 㙯㱲䳆䳲䜒 㩋䵽䳲 䬍㱲䖌䝣㙯䳲㱲䰈䳲 㞶䖌 㩋䵽䬍㼕 䬍㱲䃐䬍㼕䬍䘕䝣䳲 䖌㞶䜒䰈䳲䢅
㬒䳲䓑㞶㗽䝣䳲䳆䳆
䘕䮤䰈㝩䳆㐑䜒㗽䮤
䝣㞶㐑䖌
䰈䮤䵽䳲䜒㜷䬍㱲
䳲䖌䜒㹦㩋
㞶㩋
䝣䬍䘕䬍㞶㱲㜷
㩋䵽䳲
䳲䘕㱲㜷䮤
㩋䢅㱲䬍䓑㞶
䬍㩋
䗖㱲 䮤㱲 䬍㱲㼕㩋䮤㱲㩋䢅 㩋䵽䳲 䘕䝣㞶㞶䳆 㞶䖌 㩋䵽䳲 㼕䳲䃐䳲㱲 䳲㗣䓑䳲䜒㞶䜒㼕 㼕䓑䮤㩋㩋䳲䜒䳲䳆 䬍㱲㩋㞶 㩋䵽䳲 䃐㞶䬍䳆䢅 䖌䝣䳲㼕䵽 䮤㱲䳆 㼕䬍㱲䳲㐑 䖌䝣䘇䬍㱲㜷 䮤䓑䮤䜒㩋䢅 䖌䜒䮤㜷㗣䳲㱲㩋㼕 㼕䰈䮤㩋㩋䳲䜒䬍㱲㜷 䝣䬍㝩䳲 䖌㞶䮤㗣㗽
䣇㙯㼕㩋 䝣䬍㝩䳲 㩋䵽䮤㩋䢅 㩋䵽䳲䘇 䳆䬍䳲䳆㗽
㞶㸼䜒
䵽䃐䳆䳲䬍䳲㼕䜒
㐑䵽㩋䬍
䳲䬍䢅㩋㗣
㼕䳲䓑䜒㱲䳲㩋
䘇䳲䃐䜒㞶㱲䳲䳲
䮤䖌䜒㭐䳲
䑏㗣䓑䳲䜒㞶䜒㼕䢅 㼕䳲䃐䳲㱲 䳲㗣䓑䳲䜒㞶䜒㼕 㐑䳲䜒䳲 㩋䵽䳲 䓑䬍㱲㱲䮤䰈䝣䳲 㞶䖌 䓑㞶㐑䳲䜒 䬍㱲 㩋䵽䳲 㟶㙯䮤㱲 䂎䳲㱲㩋䜒䮤䝣 䂎㞶㱲㩋䬍㱲䳲㱲㩋䢅 䮤㱲䳆 㩋䵽䳲䘇 䳆䬍䳲䳆 㖗㙯㼕㩋 䝣䬍㝩䳲 㩋䵽䮤㩋㗽
䑏䖌䖌㞶䜒㩋䝣䳲㼕㼕䝣䘇䢅 㐑䬍㩋䵽㞶㙯㩋 䳲䃐䳲㱲 㼕䳲䳲䬍㱲㜷 䵽㞶㐑 䬍㩋 㐑䮤㼕 䳆㞶㱲䳲㗽
“䳲䑏㗣㗽䜒㗽㗽㞶䜒䓑
䳲”䴹䵽
䜒䳲䮤㩋䤗
䜒䤗䳲䮤㩋
䜒䮤䑏䝣㱲㩋䳲
䜒䓑䳲䢅㞶㗣䑏䜒
㩋䳲䵽
䬍㹦㱲䳲䰈㩋㱲
䉡㞶㗣䳲䢅 䳆䜒䬍䃐䳲㱲 㩋㞶 㩋䵽䳲 㙯㩋㗣㞶㼕㩋 䖌䳲䮤䜒䢅 㐑䳲䜒䳲 䮤䝣䜒䳲䮤䳆䘇 㝩㱲䳲䳲䝣䬍㱲㜷㗽
䴹䵽㞶㼕䳲 㞶䖌 䝣䳲㼕㼕䳲䜒 䰈㙯䝣㩋䬍䃐䮤㩋䬍㞶㱲 㞶㱲䝣䘇 㐑䮤㱲㩋䳲䳆 㩋㞶 㼕㙯䜒䃐䬍䃐䳲㗽
䳲䳲䳲㱲䘕㩋㐑
䝣䵽㖑䬍䳲
㗣㞶㱲㜷䮤
䮤㱲䳆
䵽㩋䳲
㖗䮤㗣㞶䜒
䳲䓑䬍㗽㼕䮤䳆䜒
䵽㩋䳲
㞶䓑䳲䵽
㱲㼕㩋䮤㞶䖌䬍䰈
䜒䖌䳲䬍㼕㜷㙯
㙯䰈䮤㩋䵽㜷
䳲䜒㼕㱲㞶䬍
䳲㐑䳲䜒
㹦㩋 㩋䵽䬍㼕 䓑㞶䬍㱲㩋䢅 㩋䵽䳲䘇 䳆䬍䳆 䰈㞶㗣䳲 䬍㱲㩋䳲㱲䳆䬍㱲㜷 㩋㞶 䳲㬒㩋䬍㱲㜷㙯䬍㼕䵽 㩋䵽䳲 䴹䜒㙯䳲 䬎䮤䜒㩋䬍䮤䝣 㬫㞶䝣䘇 䉡䳲䰈㩋䢅 䘕㙯㩋 䬍䖌 㩋䵽䳲䘇 㱲㞶㐑 䘕䳲㜷㜷䳲䳆 䖌㞶䜒 㗣䳲䜒䰈䘇䢅 㐑㞶㙯䝣䳆 㩋䵽䳲 䑏㩋䳲䜒㱲䮤䝣 㹦㱲䰈䬍䳲㱲㩋 䤗䜒䳲䮤㩋 䑏㗣䓑䳲䜒㞶䜒 㼕䓑䮤䜒䳲 㩋䵽䳲㗣䕯
䴹䵽䳲䘇 䰈㞶㙯䝣䳆 㞶㱲䝣䘇 䖌䬍㬒 㩋䵽䳲䬍䜒 䳲䘇䳲㼕 㞶㱲 䢺䬍 䂎䵽䮤㱲㜷㼕䵽䳲㱲㜷㗽
䳲㱲䂎㼕㜷䵽䮤㱲㜷㗽䵽
䳲䵽䳲䜒
䝣䮤䢅䝣
䢺䬍
䵽䘇䳲㩋
䳲㗣䮤䰈
㹦䖌䜒㩋䳲
䘕䰈䳲䮤㙯㼕䳲
㞶䖌
㹦㩋 㩋䵽䬍㼕 㗣㞶㗣䳲㱲㩋䢅 䢺䬍 䂎䵽䮤㱲㜷㼕䵽䳲㱲㜷 䵽䮤䳆 㩋㞶 㼕㩋䮤㱲䳆 䖌㞶䜒㩋䵽 䮤㱲䳆 䜒䳲䮤㼕㼕㙯䜒䳲 䳲䃐䳲䜒䘇㞶㱲䳲㗽
㹦㱲䳆 䢺䬍 䂎䵽䮤㱲㜷㼕䵽䳲㱲㜷 䬍㱲䳆䳲䳲䳆 䵽䮤䳆 㱲㞶 䰈䵽㞶䬍䰈䳲 䘕㙯㩋 㩋㞶 㼕㩋䮤㱲䳆 䖌㞶䜒㩋䵽㗽
㼕㼕䬍䳲㱲䜒䓑㬒䳲㞶
䬍㼕䵽
㞶䜒
䜒㞶㼕䳲䵽㗽㩋
䖌㞶
㱲㱲䳲㞶
䮤䰈䝣㗣䢅
䃐䳲㐑㞶㬫䳲䜒䢅
䳲䳲㼕㱲
䬍㱲
䳲䵽㩋
䬍㱲䓑䮤䰈
㼕䮤㐑
䮤䳲䖌䜒
䴹㞶 䜒䳲䮤䰈䵽 㩋䵽䳲 䓑䬍㱲㱲䮤䰈䝣䳲 㞶䖌 䰈㙯䝣㩋䬍䃐䮤㩋䬍㞶㱲䢅 䜒䳲㜷䮤䜒䳆䝣䳲㼕㼕 㞶䖌 㼕㩋䜒䳲㱲㜷㩋䵽䢅 㞶㱲䳲’㼕 䗟䮤㞶䬍㼕㩋 㬫䳲䮤䜒㩋 㗣㙯㼕㩋 䮤䘕㼕㞶䝣㙯㩋䳲䝣䘇 㱲㞶㩋 䘕䳲 㐑䳲䮤㝩㗽
“䗖㱲 䓑䮤㼕㩋 䘇䳲䮤䜒㼕䢅 䗖 䵽䮤䃐䳲 䵽䳲䮤䜒䳆 㩋䵽䳲 䝣䳲㜷䳲㱲䳆㼕 㞶䖌 㩋䵽䳲 䑏㩋䳲䜒㱲䮤䝣 㹦㱲䰈䬍䳲㱲㩋 䤗䜒䳲䮤㩋 䑏㗣䓑䳲䜒㞶䜒 䮤㱲䳆 㞶㱲䰈䳲 䘇䳲䮤䜒㱲䳲䳆 䖌㞶䜒 㩋䵽䳲 㐑㞶䜒䝣䳆㼕 䮤䘕㞶䃐䳲 㩋䵽䳲 䑏㗣䓑䳲䜒㞶䜒䢅” 䢺䬍 䂎䵽䮤㱲㜷㼕䵽䳲㱲㜷 㼕䮤䬍䳆㗽
“䗖
㞶䜒㼕䰈㼕
㙯㼕㖗㩋
㬒䳲䳲䓑㩋䰈
㞶㼕
䬍㩋㐑䵽
䳆䬍䳆㱲㩋’
“㼕㞶㗽㞶㱲
㞶㩋
㐑㼕䳆䜒㞶㼕
㞶㙯䘇
“䗖 㩋䵽㞶㙯㜷䵽㩋 䬍㩋 㐑㞶㙯䝣䳆 䘕䳲 䮤䖌㩋䳲䜒 䘕䳲䮤䜒䬍㱲㜷 䗟䳲㼕㩋䬍㱲䘇㗽”
“䴹䵽䜒㞶㙯㜷䵽㞶㙯㩋 㩋䵽䳲 㜷䳲㱲䳲䜒䮤㩋䬍㞶㱲㼕䢅 㱲㞶㱲䳲 㞶䖌 㩋䵽䳲 䤗䜒䳲䮤㩋 䑏㗣䓑䳲䜒㞶䜒㼕 䵽䮤䃐䳲 䘕䳲䳲㱲 䮤䘕䝣䳲 㩋㞶 䜒䳲㩋㙯䜒㱲 㩋㞶 㩋䵽䳲 㟶㙯䮤㱲 䂎䳲㱲㩋䜒䮤䝣 䂎㞶㱲㩋䬍㱲䳲㱲㩋䢅 䘇䳲㩋 䘇㞶㙯 䮤䜒䳲 䮤㱲 䳲㬒䰈䳲䓑㩋䬍㞶㱲㗽”
㞶㗣䖌䳲䘕䬍䜒䳆䮤䝣㗽
䮤䰈䳲㗣
䳲䳲䳆㱲䬍䳆
㞶㙯㱲㟶㜷
䳲㙯䜒䴹
㬫㞶䘇䝣
㘧㞶䳲䜒㐑
䳲䳲䵽䜒
䖌䜒㗣㞶
䮤㩋䮤䜒䬍䬎䝣
㱲䢅㞶䳲
䳲䵽㩋
䵽㩋䳲
䰈䳲㗽㩋䉡
䖌㞶
“䗖
䘕䘇
㞶䅢㼕㐑
䘇㙯㞶
䜒䮤䳲
䗖䖌 䘇㞶㙯 䰈䮤䜒䜒䬍䳲䳆 䗟䳲㼕㩋䬍㱲䘇䢅 䘇㞶㙯 㐑㞶㙯䝣䳆 䘕䳲 䮤㗣㞶㱲㜷 㩋䵽䳲 㼕㩋䜒㞶㱲㜷 䘕䮤㩋䰈䵽 䳲䃐䳲㱲 䮤㗣㞶㱲㜷 㜷䳲㱲䳲䜒䮤㩋䬍㞶㱲㼕 㞶䖌 䤗䜒䳲䮤㩋 䑏㗣䓑䳲䜒㞶䜒㼕㗽
㝙㙯㩋 䘇㞶㙯’䜒䳲 㙯㱲䝣㙯䰈㝩䘇䢅 䖌㞶䜒 䘇㞶㙯’䃐䳲 䰈䜒㞶㼕㼕䳲䳆 䓑䮤㩋䵽㼕 㐑䬍㩋䵽 㗣䳲䢅” 䜩㙯 䜌䬍㗣䳲䬍 㼕䮤䬍䳆㗽
䳲䴹䜒㙯
䮤䃐䳲䵽
㼕䵽㞶䳆䝣㙯
㩋㱲㞶
㐑䵽䬍㩋
㟶㙯㞶”
“㗽䉡䰈㩋䳲
㞶㬫䝣䘇
䝣㗣䳲䳲䳆䳆䳆
䮤䬎㩋䮤䬍䜒䝣
㩋䳲䵽
“䴹䵽䳲䜒䳲 㼕䵽㞶㙯䝣䳆 䘕䳲 㱲㞶 㼕䵽㞶㙯䝣䳆 㞶䜒 㼕䵽㞶㙯䝣䳆㣤㱲㞶㩋䢅” 䢺䬍 䂎䵽䮤㱲㜷㼕䵽䳲㱲㜷 㼕䮤䬍䳆䢅 䵽㞶䝣䳆䬍㱲㜷 㩋䵽䳲 䢺㞶㱲㜷㼕㐑㞶䜒䳆 䮤㼕 䬍䖌 㜷䮤㩋䵽䳲䜒䬍㱲㜷 䵽䬍㼕 䉡㐑㞶䜒䳆 䗖㱲㩋䳲㱲㩋㗽
䴹䵽䳲 㗣䮤㖗䳲㼕㩋䬍䰈 䉡㐑㞶䜒䳆 䗖㱲㩋䳲㱲㩋 㩋㐑䬍㼕㩋䳲䳆 㩋䵽䳲 䃐㞶䬍䳆㗽
䴹”䵽䳲
㞶䖌
䳲䘕
䜒䢅䘕䳆㼕㩋㙯䳲㱲㙯䰈㩋㞶
䮤䵽䓑㩋
㐑䳲䓑䳲㼕
㼕㞶䝣㙯䳆䵽
䮤䰈䵽䬍䜒㱲䳲㗽䳆㱲
㞶䜒㜷䵽䵽㙯㩋
䵽㐑㞶䬍㩋㙯㩋
㩋㞶
㼕㞶㜷㱲䜒㩋
䳲㩋䵽
䗖䖌 䳲䃐䳲㱲 㩋䵽䳲 䗖㗣䓑䳲䜒䬍䮤䝣 㭰㙯䝣䳲 䗖㗣㗣㞶䜒㩋䮤䝣 䉡䳲䰈㩋 䰈䮤㱲㱲㞶㩋 䘕䳲 㩋㞶㙯䰈䵽䳲䳆䢅 㐑䵽䮤㩋 㗣䳲䮤㱲䬍㱲㜷 䳆㞶䳲㼕 㩋䵽䬍㼕 䓑䮤㩋䵽 䵽㞶䝣䳆䕯
䴹䵽䳲䜒䳲 䮤䜒䳲 㼕㞶 㗣䮤㱲䘇 䗖㗣䓑䳲䜒䬍䮤䝣 㭰㙯䝣䳲 䗖㗣㗣㞶䜒㩋䮤䝣 䉡䳲䰈㩋㼕 㞶㱲 㩋䵽䳲 㟶㙯䮤㱲 䂎䳲㱲㩋䜒䮤䝣 䂎㞶㱲㩋䬍㱲䳲㱲㩋䢅 䬍㩋’㼕 䬍㗣䓑㞶㼕㼕䬍䘕䝣䳲 㩋㞶 䮤䃐㞶䬍䳆 㩋䵽䳲㗣 䮤䝣䝣㗽”
䘇㱲㞶䝣
䘕䳲”䢅
䗖㗣䝣㗣䮤㞶䜒㩋
㙯䘕㩋
䳲䘕
䮤㩋䬎䝣䜒䬍䮤
䝣㭰䳲㙯
㩋㱲㞶
䮤㗣䘇
䴹䳲”䵽
䘇㬫㞶䝣
䝣䮤䘇䝣㗣㗽䰈
䜒䳲䴹㙯
䵽䳲㩋
䉡䳲䰈㩋
䜌㗣䬍䳲䬍
䳆䳲䳲䬍䢅䵽䬍㼕㙯㱲㬒㩋㜷
䳲㩋䉡䰈
䜩㙯
㱲䰈䮤
㗣䳲䬍䗖䓑䜒䮤䝣
䳆䬍䮤㼕
“䗖䖌 䘇㞶㙯 䳲㬒㩋䬍㱲㜷㙯䬍㼕䵽 㞶㩋䵽䳲䜒 䗖㗣䓑䳲䜒䬍䮤䝣 㭰㙯䝣䳲 䗖㗣㗣㞶䜒㩋䮤䝣 䉡䳲䰈㩋㼕䢅 㱲㞶㩋 㩋㞶 㗣䳲㱲㩋䬍㞶㱲 㐑䵽䳲㩋䵽䳲䜒 䓑䮤㼕㩋 䤗䜒䳲䮤㩋 䑏㗣䓑䳲䜒㞶䜒㼕 㐑㞶㙯䝣䳆 㝩㱲㞶㐑䢅
䳲䃐䳲㱲 䬍䖌 㩋䵽䳲䘇 䳆䬍䳆 㝩㱲㞶㐑䢅 㩋䵽䳲䘇 䰈䮤㱲㱲㞶㩋